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Show - 16* Roa awoke to a soft touch unon his head which tingled warmly. Grandmother Wetekia was treating his wound. How long have I slent, my grandmother? It feels good lying here so peacefully. I feel as though I might lie here forever." "But you cannot," she said, smiling at him. "You have slent for a night and a dav. It is the evening of your wedding ceremony. There is much left to do. You must arise." "My head feels as big as the clouds which hover over our land," Roa said as he made an attempt to get up. The old lady laughed. "vou will feel as though you are sailing away on those clouds when you behold the beauty of your new bride." Thoughts of the fair wahine Moana brought energy Into his aching body. "She rowed the canoe all the way back and treated my wound, mv grandmother," he said proudly. "Whe is a strong woman. A strong woman is a good woman to have bv your side. She is nroud, vet warm of spirit. I see mv ox>m youth in her eves. Her |
